It was no wonder she looked weak and thin. The bartender who had her the first time would have tasted her weakness in her blood but the Dark One at the club wouldn’t have cared what he tasted.

The bartender had tasted the illness and told her never to come back, he'd been trying to save her.

He looked back to see her sitting on the driftwood, huddled into herself.

His fists clenched thinking about what he would do to Tony. He smiled thinking he would bring Lucas and Ben with him. Nothing was more classic than vampires and werewolves fighting.

He looked out at the sea watching the waves roll in, thinking about how he would tell Aimee about her sister.

Chapter Fourteen: You're making me Batty, not that kind of Batty

Hanna

She watched him working quietly.

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